Treated Me as a Beggar

The window was open. There was a black Bentley parked downstairs. Was this car expensive? If I jumped into the car, could it act as a cushion and save half of my life? "Little baby, aren't you eating candy? Come on." Mr. Williams's hand had already grabbed my ankle. "Don't touch me. If I die, you'll have to go to jail!" I kicked him hard. He stumbled, but his lecherous expression didn't change at all. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Abdi come out of the office building and shouted, hoping he could hear me. "Mr. Smith, save me!" "Don't call Mr. Smith. He's not a man. I haven't seen him touch a woman for so many years. Call him, haha." Mr. Williams reached out his hands to me again. "Mr. Williams." There was a shout downstairs. Mr. Williams immediately stopped and looked out of the window. It was Abdi's assistant. He waved his hand warmly in my direction and said, "Mr. Williams, this girl is about to be taken away by Mr. Smith." "Ah?" "I mean, Mr. Smith wants to take her away." The as